When My Niggas Come Home (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Pharrell)

Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude And used to throw money like this WHOOOO Honey what you lookin at Ain't no need to guessin Starin over here you about to be a legend And when my nigga come home We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn I tell you when my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate Have lobster and shrimp and pasta, steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want I got a nigga locked up, for about another month He did nine years, he'll be home before I finish this blunt What else I just bought an ounce of skunk Me and my nigga 'bout to go hard like when LeBron dunk Yeah We Ridin' High like Southern niggaz in the dump And e'rybody and they momma know UGK in the trunk What's in the backseat North Cakalak' freaks And the shit that we smokin can melt the Mac on they cheeks Well we headed to that Magic City, he ain't see no ass and titties in about a decade, these hoes 'bout to get paid They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours Two time felon takin a shower in the motherfuckin strip club And when my nigga come home We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn I tell you when my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate Have lobster and shrimp and pasta, steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want Inhale, inhale and blow it out, blow it out Inhale, inhale and blow it out, blow it out When my nigga come home, that's on E'RYTHANG, I got him Know why Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom Know how many pictures I was mad that I took cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had my shook And all you wanted was Superhead's book So I sent because I meant it now the clothes is the crooks And your girl, she fine as a motherfucker Told you she cheated on you, she was lyin like a motherfucker When you went in, we was dreamin 'bout that trey Now it's a four door flyin spur with Killafornia plates 'Member when we was in the spot, writin to them Dre beats Now I'm fuckin with some N*E*R*Ds Chad and Skateboard P But remember when we was hard Sayin to each other nothin rippin us apart Now a nigga ballin and you sittin on the yard But you comin home to that Ferrari in the car Max that motherfucker And when my nigga come home We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn I tell you when my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate Have lobster and shrimp and pasta, steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want Inhale, inhale and blow it out, blow it out One thing you can count on when you touch down You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out Comin home eventually, you in the penitentiary The homies like to mention me cause I looks out, essentially Big BC cuz, J Dawg and Tray Deee Young Joda, Scotty Boi and YC Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips Blue put me on the set nigga, it's 20 Crip My cousin Flip been locked up for 25 And Dre Lo, he's a real 20 Crip for life Now if I mention yo' name, you know the business cuz When you get it you know we livin it up And when my nigga come home We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn I tell you when my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate Have lobster and shrimp and pasta, steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want Inhale, inhale and blow it out, blow it out